I trust my manifesting powers. I do believe that I can have anything I want.
I also feel like what ever happens outside of my “willing” is probably more delicious than anything I might imagine. It will be more textured, multi-faceted. It will be fascinating. It will keep me here, intact, intrigued.
It will blossom open. It will flow over rocks singing, silky, wet, cool, clear. It will billow. It will root. It will take flight. It will swim. It will sparkle. It will spark and burn. It will dance. It will come, murmuring blessings and bliss. It will live it’s own mysterious being into my welcoming embrace. It will love me. It will choose me. It will see me.
Thus I rest and wait, and sing Her hymns. Blessed Mother. Sugar Queen. Warress. Godess. Conqruess. Budding Flower. Eternal Ring. Righteous Maiden. Blessed Be.